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Well, after nearly 40 years, I have finally released my first anthology!

And I received the review copy last week—and it’s, well, somewhat mind-blowing holding the 500-page book in my hands! These stories are a mixture of fantasy, horror, paranormal, and the metaphysical. I’m certain there’s something in here for everyone!

The book retails for $19.99, and is available through the Ingram distribution channels, and I only now just enabled it for “returns.” I’d waffled on doing that but decided…the main reason I went with IngramSpark was to get it into brick-and-mortar stores, and one of the little voices in my head kept telling me to take that chance. Unfortunately, I’m late for October, since the change won’t take effect until November 1st…but that still (I feel) favorably places it for the Holiday Season. Retailers are…

Okay, well, I finally figured out how and what I’m doing with my blogs.

Since I’m tired of trying to get things to work as they should, and thinking about it for some six months, I’m linking back to this and my other blog site from my new website. I’ve removed the blog page I tried to create on fpdorchak.com and am simply linking back to these two sites. Then, in these sites’ headers I’ve created a Return To FPDORCHAK.COM selection. I haven’t figured out how to directly hyperlink that selection back to the website, so it takes you to a page where you select the Return To FPDORCHAK.COM.

This is my workaround, sorry about the extra redirect, but until I can figure out how to make a one-click to return to my main website, this is what I have.

Thank you for visiting my blogs and my new website, fpdorchak.com! I greatly appreciate your support!

The inside graphic image of the front cover is grainy. That’s it. Nothing else is damaged in the book—well, if you don’t count my intense, troubled characters. So, this being the case, I want to give them out for free for reviews. I’ll also pay for shipping.

I’ll even autograph them for ya.

So, where’s the risk?

You can contact me at the following, but these are hardcopy trades, so I will need a name and address:

fpdorchak (at) fpdorchak (dot) com

F. P. Dorchak, P. O. Box 49393, Colorado Springs, CO 80949

So, there’s no risk! You not paying for the book, you’re not paying for the shipping, and if you don’t like it, you don’t have to keep reading! But I’m hoping…

As we started our return road trip back to Colorado (curiously enough) two events occurred that could have drastically altered what would follow (to play off “the dramatic” and my earlier dead bird post…), and are definitely “cousins” to the title of this post.

As we headed out of Green Valley, AZ, two of us wanted coffee. So, just before hitting the Interstate, we pulled into a McDonald’s drive-thru. As we’re waiting in line after ordering, a loud hissing and an emission of a “steam-like substance” erupts from our vehicle! We turn off the vehicle, turn it back on…and all is quiet. As we get our drinks, we ask about mechanics and are told one is literally behind us, on the other side of the road. A Mr. Automotive. Long story short, we find out a relay had…

I just completed and submitted my WWII tail gunner (see previous post) story. I’m quite happy with it. 2,200 words. And it seems every time I read it, well…a part of me gets a little choked up. I hope it has the same effect for others, but I’m aware I’m coming at it from a different perspective than most are probably going to come from. I’ve talked about the feeling that I’ve lived other lives, and, I feel one of them was as a WWII tail gunner that went down in the manner I’d described in my story. Take it or leave it, but that is my conviction, and I certainly don’t require others to step in line behind me. Others have their religions and beliefs…this is mine.

But whatever the reason, I’ve always felt (along with other similar feelings, like regarding the Civil War or the Titanic)…

The past month or so, I’ve been having this persistently strong urge to write about a WWII B-17 tail gunner, so this week I began the story. Am ten or so pages into it. I got the urge last month or so, while stretching in the gym. I was overcome by powerful emotion about a guy shot down over Germany during a bombing run. The imagery continued to plague me, so I knew I had to do this. It was emotional, it was fearful, it was tragic. Then a short time later, while channel surfing at home, I spotted the Memphis Belle movie on TV. I didn’t bother with it (though mentally noted the synchronicity), but later that night I again crossed paths with the movie, and sat and watched it for a spell, hitting the record key. As I watched it, the last half hour, it showed a…